A/N. I hope I did a better job on Saphira's POV this time. Also can I get some more reviews, thanx.

6. Dragons in the Distance

SAPHIRA'S POV

Here's fine.

I'll be back once I catch a snack.

I gracefully soared down through the trees to a small grassy clearing.

My claws dug into the lush grass and Eragon leapt down.

"come back soon" he called as I launched myself into the air again.

Circling above the clearing I watched it until I could no longer see him but I could still feel his minds touch. Catching an updraft and gliding over the forest I searched for my prey.

Spotting a herd of deer I automatically analysed each separate deer's weaknesses and strengths.

I chose a young stag with a pained leg he would be ambushed by wolves soon anyway. It's best to follow the laws of the hunters, survival of the fittest. Folding in my wings I dropped, claws and teeth slashing I dragged the stag down. The other deer fled in terror as I closed my teeth around the dieing animals' neck.

After eating I licked my claws clean and spread open my sparkling blue wings. Bounding forward a few steps I leapt into the wide open sky.

Flapping powerfully to get altitude, I wondered how we were going to find the urgals. They are meant to be on our side now, Nasuada and Garzhvog made an agreement on it.

Lost in my complicated thoughts i tried to find any way in which the urgals could be attacking villages. It was impossible, Garzhvog had been furious about the supposed urgal attacks. he had denied all claims that he was associated, and argued to send more than half of his urgal army to find and destroy any urgals attacking villages. Nasuada was smart enough to know this was a bad idea and that sending thousands of urgals to villages with supposed urgal attacks could only lead to disasters.

But how did a group of travelling urgals go undetected to the vardens many spies? There had been nothing out of the ordinary reported besides the increase of people going missing, but nothing about urgals. They would have been the topic of the reports.

The messengers take a few days to convey the reports to Nasuada and the varden, and the day or so for the spies to write them, leaves Eragon and I about a week behind the 'urgals'. We of course had a plan of action, Eragon will use the spell Arya taught him of changing his appearance, I wait in the bushes near the gates of Kuasta while Eragon walks in and questions some locals about the urgals. I get to wait worried for his life while he finds some other way to get into trouble which I will have to free him from. Every time he leaves me he gets in stupid situations and someone has to rescue him.

What I had suggested was that we kidnap someone coming out of the city and question him/her about the claimed attacks. In my opinion this would work well and we could catch a few travellers to make sure the first story is true. Eragon only pointed out that we couldn't do this because he didn't think that was the right thing to do… and also that we would have to kill the travellers so our presence was not know by our enemies. Eragon would not allow me to kill them so our good friends thorn, the strong red dragon, and Mortag, Eragons half brother, would pay us a visit and then attempt to capture us again.

We were trying hard not to be captured then prisoners to the evil side. I would never join Galbatrix willingly. I trust Eragon to resist as well, that is if we were ever caught, which i will never allow to happen.

Pushing my spiralling thoughts to the back of my head, I noticed immediately six or seven large awkward ornithoid thingsflying with what looked like… dragons? They were to far away to tell but I think they might be dragons. If they were dragons how did they come about? There were at least 4 of the maybe-dragons. And there should only be one dragons egg left to be hatched out of the surviving dragons, I am one of these dragons and so is my enemy thorn.

Feeling a wild joy, I flew as fast as my long sparkly blue wings would take me, flying to the grassy clearing where I'd last left Eragon.

MAX'S POV

The cave was quiet. It was getting close to noon, the sun was high and the birds were singing. Gazzy was sleeping, curled into a small feathered ball, he looked so cute, so venerable, too bad anyone who thought that didn't know him.

The rest of the flock were teaching their dragons to fly. And yes I did say their dragons, now not just me and Fang were bonded, but the whole flock. Last night between 1 and 6 am those smooth, flawless eggs kept us awake. I was on watch so I would have been awake anyway, but still.

I watched Nudge and her dragon Kveykva, who was a sleek yellow dragon without any spikes. Kveykva still had the razor sharp teeth and talons of all dragons, but she was a better build for agility rather than fighting like Istradi and Andlet. She was beautiful, like nudge.

Angel swooped towards me and landed softly "Fang and Andlet have gone to scout the area. They will be back before it gets dark."

I muttered an "ok." as angel jumped out of the cave again to re-join Ilumëo, the delicate white dragon hatchling. Ilumëo was unlike all the dragons he was the third to hatch. With pearl white scales, he had the longest tail which was covered in razor sharp spines, from head to tail tip. Was the perfect match for Angel.

Iggy said that Ilumëo meant truth in that weird language he'd learnt as a skill. Iggy had been muttering those strange words 24/7. Strange words they were.

"Hey, Fang." I didn't bother looking around I knew it was Fang and I knew he was trying to sneak up on me.

"600 metres south-east is a mutant with a dragon." We shared a look. This was not good, we needed to leave immediately. Damn, why do we always find a nice place to rest then have to flee? This had happened so many times before. Every cave, house, tree we were always forced to run.

"Just one?" he gave a single nod. They obviously underestimated us again. Oh well their loss. I had been itching to kick some butt anyway. That is if it comes to that.

After rounding up everyone, we made ready to leave, boring things like destroying evidence of the fire and egg shells, prover to be a bit difficult. For example the shells wouldn't burn and the fire had left black smoky stains on the cave floor, a dead give away that someone had been here.

Once we'd given up on leaving nothing behind, I walked to the cave mouth, looked around and said "shit!"

Emerging out of the trees about 50 metres away was a massive blue dragon and what appeared to be someone on it's back. This dragon was bigger than Istalri, had beautiful long, glistering, blue wings. It was obviously a fighting dragon, just our luck.

We snuck back into the cave. "Maybe they don't know where we are." Gazzy suggested kinda hopefully.

"Nope, they're coming directly to this cave." I hated to dampen Gazzys hope, 'maybe' is a lot like 'I wish' neither happen very often and they never happen because someone said it. This was another fight or flight situation. We had left it too long to do the later so that leaves a fight.